Oh good heavens.
This has absolutely nothing to do with anything, but I ran across the dubious package pictured below in WalMart last night (store motto – “Like You Can Really Afford To Shop Anywhere Else”), and it cracked me up for quite some time.
Not a difficult proposition, mind you, since I’m a little on the cracked side to start with.
But ewww.
I think it was the little tagline caveat that got me, like they just don’t want you to get your hopes up if you happen to be a big chicken heart-lover, and get all disappointed when you stumble upon a preponderance of gizzards (bet you didn’t think you’d hear THAT sentence anytime today).
Plan your recipes accordingly, people.
I have to admit, though, that I’m being quite hypocritical about this, because I remember that when I was a kid, my mother would often bake a whole chicken in the oven (using some completely unduplicateable method that I cannot now reproduce even when I do it exactly the same way), and my brother and I actually used to FIGHT over who got the gizzard and who got the heart.
And then we ATE them. With garlic salt.
Ah, the glory days of youth.
And just what the heck IS a gizzard, anyway?
No, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.
I just remember it was chewy.
This is why I went vegan a few years back, and probably still would be, except that my body decided it wasn’t fond of certain items of food, including most edible food items.
Long story. I’ll bore you with it some other time. You can pretty much count on it, in fact.
I’m happy to see, however, that the poultry industry is going the route of the Native Americans and using all the various parts of the chicken. It’s good to know they’re not entirely heartless, so to speak.
I think they may be missing out on a valuable advertising slogan here, though, so please allow me to help you out, Chicken Marketing People.
“Gizzards – It’s What’s For Dinner. Mostly.”
You’re welcome.
Anybody still hungry?